The party for the new investor was being held at the local Lion's Club Banquet Hall near Sterling Heights. The top and favored employees of the Detroit Tribune were invited with their families, the regular as well as the prior former investors were in attendance with honored Detroit dignitaries and celebrities, ranging from successful politicians, lawyers, doctors and businessmen and local actors like Jack Waagner. He had appeared once on the Bold and The Beautiful daytime drama and even a brief appearance on CSI as a body, but he was most well known in the theatre and a brief liaison with actress Heather Locklear. Nearly every man was garbed in his best suit or tux while the ladies garbed in their best display of the fashion of the day, a motley menagerie of creative color and style or simple taste. Standing in the foyer at the top of marble stairs, publisher and owner Harry Winkler greeted and honored all his guests with a glass of chardonnay in his hand and his Editor Nick Sharp by his side playing the pompous sidekick to his annoyed straight man. Almost everyone who walked past Harry commented he had lost weight since he had given up smoking.
"You tell Tommy that if he embarrasses me or the paper in front of Mrs. Kent that he is fired." Harry turned to Nick between greeting guests.
"Way ahead of you…" Nick sipped a cocktail.
"I don't care how good a writer he is…" Harry continued. "He's getting to be a major embarrassment. He's always sucking up to the female investors." Harry beamed and shined to Larry Kline, his entertainment editor, and his wife, Cindy. "I'm this close to putting Paul back in charge of sports."
"Is it Mrs. Kent or Miss Kent?" Nick asked in his deep baritone voice.
"I have no idea." Harry brushed his graying dark hair back. "I haven't even met her. No one knows who the heck she is. I can't find any info on her. It's as if she came out of nowhere, but she's already worth almost two million dollars, and from what I hear from her accountant, quite young, maybe twenty-five or thirty."
"I wonder if she's single." Nick asked out loud.
"I didn't hear that. Please tell me I didn't hear that." Harry sipped his chardonnay again. "Your job isn't exactly safe either. You can be replaced too you know…."
"But Uncle Harry…"
"You and your mother…" Harry mumbled and tugged at the collar of his tux as if he was preparing to do stand-up. "A small fortune sending you to college and I got to give you a job… geest!" He panned around and looked back upon Paul Hennessey and his family. It was a good-looking family to be attending his gala banquet for the new investor. Cate was looking extraordinary; enough that she didn't look at all as a working mother from the hospital. Her long white dress was simple and grand; her hair styled up off her shoulders. Trussed up in a tuxedo, Paul exchanged a few nervous words then prodded Rory in a smaller tuxedo ahead to shake Harry's hand. On her father's orders to behave herself, Kerry tried to shine and play the role of the happy family. Her blue dress complimented her hair, but it was not as daring as her mother's off the shoulder gown or Bridget's strapless black dress. Seemingly trying to hide in back as if she wanted to escape, Bridget tossed her long blonde locks back with a twist of her head and reacted uncomfortably in these regal settings. Harry gave Cate a peck to the cheek as Paul grinned ear-to-ear to have his entire family with him.
"Paul, you got a good-looking family here." Harry continued on. "Cate, you look beautiful, the girls are growing up to be lovely young ladies and Rory, I hope you are going to follow your father and sisters into writing…"
"God, no!" He got jabbed in the back by his father for that frank comment.
"Hey, Pauley, I appreciate honesty…" Harry patted Paul on the back then noticed Bridget hiding in the shadows. "Well, well, well… Mrs. Winner of the Detroit Tribune 2005 Scholarship… Your family must be very proud of you, Bridget. How you keeping yourself, young lady?"
"Oh…" Bridget forced a nervous grin. "Keeping busy…"
Kerry made a snide sarcastic sound as her mother poked her silently in the back.
"Well, why don't you folks make your way into the ballroom and help yourself to the buffet?" Harry gestured on-ward down the hall. "We'll get things started as soon as our guest of honor arrives."
"Oh… she's probably here already…" Bridget looked around as her mother and brother extended glances upon her. Cate wondered about that comment and looked away shaking it off and prodded her kids onward. Paul stayed behind a few minutes behind to try and pitch new ideas to Harry while Cate escorted her children into the heart of the building. The extended structure was practically dedicated to opulence, indulgence and avarice. It was once a vast mansion, home to the Collins family from 1930s Detroit, but the Great Depression had hit them hard and they sold their former residence. In the 1950s, Harry's father purchased it as the local Lion's Club for a meeting place of Detroit's top businessmen, but along the line, it became a private club for the rich and elite. Surrounded by well-kept grounds and gardens adjacent to the golf course, the Federal-style structure was made much more grand over the years with parquet floors, polished mahogany furnishings and a splendid crystal chandelier looming over the ballroom. Kerry immediately wanted to start spouting with the news that all this money and space could be directed to helping the unfortunate instead of contributing to excess, but for the sake of her parents, she bit her tongue and buried her political views for the sake of her parents. Rory meanwhile looked up to the domed ceiling and curved staircases and wanted to go exploring and searching for secret passageways, but there were people everywhere. Groups and throngs of people standing and talking or sitting isolated in chairs or on benches trying to look involved. Bridget gazed round with her hand to her ear as if she was studying her surroundings. Her brother meanwhile saw the free shrimp and shot forward to do his killer whale impression. Kerry rolled her eyes hoping she wouldn't be embarrassed and turned back to Bridget with the huge hair, slight dress and awkward silence.
"Bridget, if something comes up, I think I saw an antique phone booth in the lobby." She cracked out loud to her. "I think it's large enough for you to change in."
"Stand up straight, Kerry, let everyone see you... Oops!" She mused on her sister's height.
"Stop it, stop it!!" Cate heard the sniping and turned round screaming at a subdued whisper. "If you girls ruin or embarrass your father with this fighting, I will make the rest of your lives miserable, do you hear me?!"
Neither of her girls acknowledged the fighting. This was going to be a very interesting evening. The blonde one looked around at the mixture of adults, peers and kids and sighed trying to reach for a glass of champagne, but her mother shooed her hand from it and took a glass for herself. She directed her daughters to the fruit punch close to where Rory had started devouring shrimp and deviled eggs. It was going to be a race between Rory engorging himself and fighting daughters trying to embarrass their mother before Detroit high society. Bridget acknowledged Kyle and his father nervously as Nick Sharp turned round and noticed her in return.
"So, Bridget…" Nick looked upon the blonde and teenage Hennessey daughter stepping back away from her family. "Are you and my daughter going to have a problem here tonight?" His mind flashed back on disturbances between them from school.
"Oh, is Jenna here too?" Bridget looked around half-heartedly through the palatial architecture and smattering of people. "I don't have a problem with her, but I will defend myself if attacked."
"Bridget…" Cate gave her daughter a look. She did not want to pull those fighting girls away from each other tonight and especially not here.
"Whatever…" Bridget looked from her mother to Jenna's father. "I'm going to the powder room." She turned away hoping to not run into Jenna. God help her if she did, but she had other problems tonight. She was here as herself for now, she was expected as another character here plus she was still on alert for anything that happened around her. Last thing she needed tonight was for a big Kryptonian symbol to project itself up into the night sky. Beyond an alcove off the grand hall, Bridget passed through a small sitting room of women adjusting themselves and gossipping on who wore what and entered a converted restroom from a former bathroom. She invaded the room quickly assessing it of people. She looked under the stalls, eyed the plate glass window in back and pretended to notice the older women talking at the mirrors. It was clean and sterile like the restrooms of church and coldly impersonal as a functioning ladies restroom. She casually glided up to the sink and turned on both the silver pewter hot and cold water taps to swirl water around into filling the ceramic sink. A few more gossiping rumors and innuendoes from the voices around her, and the two housewives were out to join their significant others. Gazing upon the mirror, Bridget pulled her long blonde locks back and pressed them to the back of her head, a clip snagged secretly to her evening dress was used to pin it back. She reached next to a secret pocket in the eaves of the back of her long skirt and pulled out a brunette wig of short hair. She tightly pulled that on and adjusted it to conceal her natural blonde hair. It was the same type of wig used by the motion picture industry. Reportedly, Teri Hatcher wore the same kind of wig at Hollywood galas for that blacker than black hair. Waving her hands into the water, Bridget's heightened senses detected footsteps encroaching on the restroom, and she bent over to rinse off her face and add a few years...
"I am settling this for the last time!" Cate bickered with her daughter. "Kerry, you trashed your sister's belongings! You two have to learn to live together!" She turned from Kerry to her other daughter. "Bridget, I want you two…"
The woman in the black evening dress wasn't Bridget… at least, not anymore. She was a bit older with shoulder-length black hair and two piercing azure blue eyes. Her strapless dress was the same as the younger girl, but then several ladies tonight had long dark strapless evening dresses. Cate stepped back out of embarrassment.
"I'm sorry, I thought you was my daughter." Cate excused herself. Kerry leaned in a bit looking at this person.
"No problem." Bridget's voice came from this mature older lady. Sorry to be doing this, she listened to her mother calling her name and purposely ignored it to step out into the sitting room. Unaware if this was going to work or not or how long it could last, the former young beauty had merely willed herself a few more years or more into her future self. This was only going to last a little while, hopefully just long enough to make a public appearances as Linda Kent then vanish again back into rumor and gossip. She stopped and paused before a polished bronze mirror.
"I'm still hot." She looked at herself at thirty years old with short black hair. She grinned and primped herself a bit by pulling her dress up under her bosom then realized something else. She stepped closer to the reflection and noticed something else. "Oh god, I do look like Reese Witherspoon!!" She finally realized it herself. Stepping back from her new adult image, she turned to meet her guests in her honor then caught distant voices in her ear that made her step back. Harry Winkler had been pacing back and forth at the doors for his guest of honor. The security hired by his caterers expressed a bit of news.
"Sorry, Mr. Winkler, but no one named Linda Kent arrived through the doors." The bald Michael Chiklis-look-alike replied.
"She didn't arrive?" Harry clutched his heart and began to fret. "I've got over three hundred people here to meet her. She's the guest of honor!!" He spoke in a nervous shaky voice and reached for his cell phone. "I'm calling her accountant. Please, god, I hope she told her about the party otherwise I've got all these people here for nothing and I'm no good at improvisation. No one wants to hear my Barry Zuckerhorn impression."
A gust of wind plowed past the publisher and his employee. It partially spun Harry around and nearly knocked over his security.
"Was that a breeze?" Harry looked round. "Why was there a breeze in my club? It ain't haunted." He started checking his phone numbers and noticed out the corner of his eyes an enchanting presence coming up the stairs to the front landing and entering the banquet hall. Tall, slight of frame and as shapely as a young model, the incredible beauty tilted her head back with regal bearing. Her rich blue eyes sparkled against the lights piercing the darkness of the evening. A shapely leg glided across the parquet floor as her alabaster shoulders swayed carrying her godly frame into the realm of mortals.
"Mr. Winkler?" Bridget was already shaping a third identity by slowing her voice to a breathy Marilyn Monroe tone and mustering a faint British accent. "Linda Kent… Sorry, I'm late, but I've never been to Detroit before." She raised her arm to meet him. She had seen it done in a movie.
"Mrs. Kent…" Harry shined enchanted upon her movie-star looks and took her arm to escort her. "It is a grand honor to meet you in person, and to have you join me in my club. I never pictured you as being so young."
"Oh, I'm younger than I look…" Bridget's mind in the guise of Linda Kent disguised the truth in a riddle.
"If you don't mind me asking…" Harry guided her through the foyer to the ballroom. "How did you start your fortune?"
"Tinkering in the stock market…" The young girl pretending to be mature once more confessed the obvious truth. "You could say I'm just a smidge psychic…" She turned the truth into a covert joke. Harry chuckled at the reference and took his arm under his own.
"I just want to thank you for the stocks and for the chance of meeting you." He made small talk while escorting her into the party. "You know, I can't seem to find anything about you anywhere. It's as if you've dropped down out of nowhere. I would love it if we could do a story about you."
"There's not much to tell." Bridget quickly started improvising as she checked her look in a passing mirror. "I've been living off the grid for years. Up until my dabbling in the stock market, I really didn't have the means to do or have anything." She gave a simplified version of the truth. As she and her father's publisher entered the main hall from the front foyer, she was met upon by other guests who turned to notice her. A few others stopped to acknowledge her and take her hand briefly to say hello. Cate was sipping a bit of wine grateful to be out in the real world away from home and the hospital. Paul was talking to Nick when the taller man looked over and dropped his jaw at the woman on his uncle's arm. Cate turned her head and Paul turned around entirely to see who everyone was looking at behind him. Tommy started coming out and Harry veered Linda Kent away from him toward his editor and former sports writer. Cate lightly lowered her head wondering why this woman seemed familiar. Wasn't she… Wasn't she the woman from the restroom? And there was something else... somthing else like... didn't she know this girl?
"Mrs. Kent," Harry turned aristocratically cordial. "Allow me to introduce Nick Sharp, my editor, and Paul Hennessy, one of my columnists, and his lovely wife, Cate."
"It is an honor to meet you." Nick reached to take her hand. "Let me introduce you to my daughter, Jenna, and my wife…"
"Mr. Hennessy…" Linda snubbed Nick and Jenna and turned to Paul. "I love your column. I've been reading it religiously since I came to Detroit. I loved the one about how there's a mysterious gremlin in every house that makes things vanish."
"You did!" Paul grinned ear-to-ear and lorded this attention from the new investor over Nick. "Actually, we call him Rory… would you like to meet him?"
"Excuse me…" Cate held her glass of wine aloft in one hand as she took Linda's hand to greet her with her right hand. "But… you look so familiar… have we met before?"
"Well…" Still molding a British accent, Linda looked Jenna up and down as if judging her. "A lot of people say I look like that American actress Reese Witherspoon."
"You look so much like her!" Jenna tried to speak up.
"I wasn't talking to you." Linda looked the girl over and turned back to her parents. Please don't let them recognize her!
"Mrs. Kent…" Paul gestured to his kids to come over and noticed shrimp and crab puffs stuffed into Rory's packets. Rolling his eyes at that, he moved to introduce his daughters first. "I'd like to introduce my daughter, Kerry..." Kerry shined for once as Paul looked around confusingly and moved on to the boy. "My son, Rory…." He looked around for Bridget then turned to Cate. "Where's Bridget?" He whispered to his wife.
"She's been hiding from me all night." Cate whispered back to Paul as Linda Kent teased with her left earring.
"Oh, is that another daughter…" Her faux accent dancing on her words, Linda refused to play more than two characters tonight. "I think I saw a young girl talking on a cell phone in the lobby area. I mean, these girls and their cell phones… they live by them as if they were oxygen. You'd think her parents would teach her better." She lifted a glass of wine to her lips.
"Oh, it couldn't be my daughter!" Paul immediately dissuaded that thought. "She hates talking on a cell phone!"
"Yeah, she doesn't even have one!" Cate tried covering up for herself. Linda seemingly mused to herself watching her father and mother talk about her in front of her. What a wonder chance to see how they talked about her and use it against them. Paul took Cate aside and gave her a quick brief message concealed in a whisper.
"Lose Bridget!!!"
Cate spun round and graciously began excusing herself to the judging eyes of modern American aristocracy. Once having made her image to these people, she then quickly dashed to prevent her daughter from making hers. Linda Kent shined a covert grin while stealing a look at her then turned to her father and Mr. Winkler.
"Excuse me, I just must freshen up." She told them and glided as a princess away to the powder room. Harry and Paul eyed her shape and form in unison. The publisher pictured himself taking her as his next wife, and Paul eyed her body and wishing himself years younger.
"Isn't she a looker?" Harry loved her legs and the shape of her dress around her bodice.
"She sure is." Nick added, his uncle swatting him for the comment.
"Yeah…" Paul confessed. "I don't know why… but she reminds me a bit of Bridget."
"I don't think so." Jenna Sharp sniped out loud and was poked by her father.
Stepping away back through the gathering, Cate lightly beamed and cordially greeted people around her as she slowly returned to the lobby to find her errant daughter. She waved pleasantly to Harry's wife and someone else who knew her and stepped into the lobby looking for her firstborn blonde and formerly vacuous daughter. The long hall stretched from the circular grand hall to the front entryway. The club's smoking room was to one side and the former Collins parlor was used in modern years as a meeting hall. Potted plants, statues of Greek gods and portraits of local historical figures adorned the hall with its heavily ornate and baroque furnishings. Cate looked to the antique wood phone booth with the modern pay phone and peeked into the former study. A gale of air curved along the back of bare back and she turned round from the sensation. The once empty phone booth now had a person in it. She gasped catching her breath and walked up to it with the gait of a frustrated mother. She peeked inside through a crack in the glass door.
"Bridget?"
"Mom, I got to take this." Blonde and young again, Bridget held up her cell phone.
"Bridget, honey…" Cate started looking for excuses. "Look, I'm stressed out a bit tonight as it is, and well, I know you don't mean it, but I can't take the chance of you and Kerry starting a fight here tonight. I want you to be the more mature one and head on home." She reached to her purse to give her daughter money for a taxi.
"You're sending me home?" Bridget realized she was getting just what she wanted. She did not want to be racing between two roles tonight and her mother was unwittingly helping her.
"Yes…" Cate confessed. "But first I want you to make an appearance and meet Mrs. Kent."
"What?!" Bridget might have been fast, but even she could not be two people at once! Her mind started racing. "Uh, okay, it's not like she could possibly be that witch with the split ends wearing the same dress I'm wearing…"
"On second thought…." Cate willed her daughter around and hastened with her back to the entrance. "The least damage is found by the shortest path. You just head on home, and we'll see you by ten."
"Okay…" Bridget loved this ability to manipulating people by using their own fears against them. She kissed her mother, pulled her rap up over her shoulders and then stopped and paused before the doorman holding the door for her. A burglar alarm was going off somewhere. She had a third person to be tonight.
"This night is going to kill me!" She hissed under breath and charged down the steps for her mother's minivan parked on the property.
"Did you fix our problem?" Paul noticed his lovely wife returning to the banquet.
"All fixed…" Cate beamed and looked around. "Where's Mrs. Kent?"
"She had to go to the powder room." Harry reflected waiting on her as he rocked himself back and forth and checked on her. "Cate, she's been a few minutes in there. Since you're a nurse, could you see if she's alright?"
"Yeah, sure…" Cate started striding through the guests once more then stopped and looked to the banquet tables. Kerry and Kyle had found each other and were standing intimately talking and ridiculing high society. Rory had stopped briefly from gorging on the free shrimp and oysters and had picked up a crystal glass from a tray to sample for himself. Cate directed Paul to handle that without embarrassing his daughter. Turning back to the direction of the bathrooms, her feet turned for the powder room again. As her hand reached for the door, there was a gust of wind through the room and everyone looked around the great hall then up to the chandelier lightly swaying. From the other side of the room, Linda Kent started strolling out from opposing corridor.
"Mrs. Kent…" Kyle's father spun round to greet her. "Let me introduce myself, Tommy Brady, the newspaper's sports editor." His eyes gravitated once then again to her cleavage. "I just want to say how good it is to meet you, and to have you as part of the Detroit Tribune's little family." Across the room, Harry and Nick placed their hands to their foreheads in disbelief at the same time. Tommy was smooching up with the new hot female investor!!! "I hope we can see… I mean, get a lot of support from you." Tommy checked out her breasts again.
"Can I get you fired?" Bridget perfected her British accent again.
"Probably."
"I've only known you a minute and I already don't like you." She showed she could take care of herself and strolled forward with Tommy choking on his breath in shock and his wife patting him on the back. Once more appearing as this necessary third person, the person everyone believed to be Linda Kent glided to the banquet table and took a piece of lobster to raise to her lips. Across from her on the other side of the table, Rory was peeking down the front of her dress and grinning. It may have been another appearance, but Bridget's mind was still there, and it was screaming. On her right, Kerry was looking her over as well.
"My sister is wearing the same dress." She announced.
"I'm sure she looks much nicer in her copy." The British voice of Linda Kent tried to be gracious.
"According to her…" Kerry rolled her eyes away. Linda reacted as if she had been offended. This was a wonderful chance to see herself from her sister's eyes.
"You look a bit like my sister." Linda once again twisted the truth into another scenario. From afar, Cate and Paul shined to see their daughter striking a friendship with the beautiful heiress. "We spent much of our lives fighting, but no matter what, we always loved each other."
"I love my sister too." Kerry confessed. "But she makes it so hard. She got this secret she just won't share with me."
"Maybe…" Linda looked upon Kerry with a trustful gaze. "She wants too, but she's not allowed to. Have you tried seeing it from her point of view?"
"Not really…" Kerry paused as she turned to the tinkling noise of Harry Winkler tapping a wine glass with a serving spoon. The graying publisher had strided out to the center of the room to attract everyone's attention.
"Ladies and gentlemen…" He spoke in his public voice. "On behalf of the Detroit Tribune and all my affiliates, I want to introduce Mrs. Linda Kent to the United States and our little family. May all her ventures be successful, and good prosperity upon us all." There was a collective toast from the room and Linda found herself at the center of attention. Everyone turned and honored her and she herself was offered a glass of wine. She honored her hosts back and lifted her glass to acknowledge the recognition. They waited a second for her as she took a sip then cheered her in return. Linda made a passing glance to Kerry then to Kyle just before more people came passing by to meet her. Harry sipped his drink and placed his hand on Paul.
"Tommy be damned…" He spoke to his favorite writer. "Paul, Mrs. Kent loves your family. I notice Bridget couldn't stay, but it doesn't matter. If you want to be sports editor again, it's yours, all you got to do is ask!"
"Do you mean that?!" Paul accepted with a rousing handshake with his favorite boss then turned and hugged his wife. Cate cheered for him and jumped up kissing him. She couldn't place her finger on it, but there was something about Linda Kent that gravitated to her family. Could they be distantly related? What was it that seemed so familiar about her? She partially resembled Dr. Masterson at the hospital, but there was something else… that sort of presence that Bridget possessed as well. This was going to drive her nuts.
Linda shook another hand and shined to her new friends, but her attention was distracted to something else invading her senses from the form of police radio broadcasts about a reckless driver on the interstate. An annoyed grunt from her lips, she reverted again to friendly and cheerful briefly then glided herself to head toward her parents and Harry Winkler. She excused herself by revealing her cell phone to them and pointing out to the meeting hall for privacy. Cate recognized that cell phone. Bridget had one just like it. Could that mean something?
"Boy, she's a hard person to stay pinned." Harry noticed. "Always dashing off."
"Probably how she makes her fortune." Paul guessed.
Stuffing free food into the limited pockets of his jacket, Rory stuffed another napkin full of shrimp into his pants pocket and several oysters into his other pocket. The caterer eyed him disgustedly, and Rory turned to the window to conceal his booty. As he tried to get a section of trout into his pants pocket, Rory noticed Mrs. Kent dashing down the outside stairs to the gazebo and garden. She pulled off her black wig to a mane of blonde hair and dashed behind an SUV in the parking lot. Out the other side, a blonde figure sprang up into the air in a red cape flying into the air. His eyes widened in shock realizing what he had seen.
The shrimp in his mouth hit the window and bounced to the floor!
"Kerry!" He forgot about stealing free seafood and pulled Kerry from Kyle to the window. He mumbled something confused and incoherent to his sister's ear, and somehow, someway, she understood. A second later, she responded.
"What?!!"
"I saw her!" Rory pointed to the gardens below. "I saw what I saw what I saw!!!"
"That's impossible!" Kerry dashed to the window for her own look and refused to want to believe it. It was Bridget. It had to be! All this behavior at home couldn't be an act. "It has to be Bridget, it just…" Her conscience started bothering her. "Oh, my god… what have I been doing? I owe Bridget a massive, massive apology!"
Kyle stepped over to appeal to Kerry and get their version of what was going on. Kerry and Rory claimed they had done Bridget wrong, but they didn't go into specifics. They confessed to accusing Bridget of the dual identity thing, but they didn't mention why they had changed their minds. Nick informed Tommy he was going to be covering the obituaries now or nothing at all, and that got a response. He looked to Paul upset and dejected, his jaw dropping open briefly and then the pleading to behave himself again. Larry Kline, the entertainment editor, came over to welcome Paul back to the newspaper where he belonged. Cate held her chest trying to keep calm in the excitement. His mind and soul higher than ever, Paul tilted his head back and cheered once again for Linda Kent. As Cate surveyed Paul's friends congratulating him, his face turned white and his eyes rolled tiredly. He lost the feeling in his legs and he collapsed to the floor. Cate screamed as excitement turned to fear. She rushed to her husband's side.
"Someone call 911!!!"
On Interstate 75, Bridget had stopped four lanes of traffic with a tractor-trailer. Striding past a flipped over corvette with its intoxicated driver pinned underneath, she noticed the police sirens coming and ascended to the sky, her red cape flapping and snapping with the luster of a massive set of wings. Upon turning to the direction back to the Lion's Club, the 911-Call resonated in her head and she streaked back to the former Collins mansion. What she saw took her aback. Hovering two hundred feet into the air, she looked down below her and noticed a crowd of men carrying the unconscious form of her father on their shoulders to the waiting ambulance. His face was white, his body limp. Her mother's voice was screaming into the night. Harry Winkler and Nick Sharp led a crowd of fifteen men supporting the mortal body of Paul Hennessey to the arriving paramedics…